By Elise Blackwell
As she prepares dinner for her husband and
their , Suzanne hears at the radio
that a jetliner has crashed and her lover is dead.
Alex Elling was once a well known orchestra conductor.
Suzanne is a live performance violist, lengthy unhappy with
her marriage to a composer whose track turns
emotion into inspiration. Now, extra by myself than
she’s ever been, she needs to grieve secretly. yet as
complex as that attempt is, it pales with the coming of
Alex’s widow, who blackmails her into completing
the rating for Alex’s unfinished viola concerto.
As Suzanne struggles to maintain her double lifestyles a
secret from her husband, from her top friend,
and from the opposite participants of her quartet, she
is ate up by way of stories of a wealthy love affair
saturated with tune. more and more manipulated by
her lover’s widow and affected by the concerto’s
many layers, Suzanne realizes she could lose
everything she’s spent her existence operating for.
A tale of affection, loss, intercourse, classification, and betrayal,
this psychologically compelling novel explores
the ways in which artists’ lives and paintings have interaction, the
nature of relationships between girls as friends
and opponents, and what it ability to make a life
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10. ” The dead body said nothing and we became best friends. 11. ” And I walked away and I knew what a human looked like. I saw them everywhere. 37 12. I walked up to the dead body and the policeman and I played a few games of tic-tac-toe on the dead body and the policeman kept winning because he kept taking the middle spot like a cheating motherfucker. 13. ” 14. I stopped next to the dead body. A policeman looked at me. ” 15. I walked up to the body. I looked at it. I bent down and scooped some water from a puddle.
It looked like he was screaming but for some reason I couldn’t hear any screaming. He made a screaming face and his friend helped him up. The friend kept trying to put his coat over the man with the broken arm. It seemed like the friend was trying to make the man with the broken arm disappear into the coat. I would like to be able to make people disappear into my coat, but I wouldn’t know where to start. True. It’s like I’m always making a screaming face. 45 SOME SHIT ABOUT WHAT I’D DO WITH TIME TRAVEL I’d go to the date of my death and take of picture of my face right before I died and then frame it and go back to the present and stare at the picture.
Am the broken pencil. 41 “SUCKS ASS” WOULD BE A FUNNY WAY TO DESCRIBE SOMEONE’S HAIRCUT IF ASKED FOR AN OPINION I should wear a nametag everywhere I go—it would remove one more thing I have to say. I don’t laugh at anything anymore. Someone stole my carbon copy and is making it do dumb shit. And I’m just watching, laughing. 42 I LIKE WHEN SOMEONE ELSE SCRATCHES MY CHEST I have copies of your dental record and I cover my window with them so your teeth and their roots are the first thing to touch my face when I wake up.